HEARTGAME DRESS REHEARSAL
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[ ..somewhere in the pasture, Angel Devil falls down.
His clothes have twisted away into bone-white rags, leaving a body covered over with only thick swathes of red fur, and downy feathers. His long tail is curled into a tense arc, banded fur standing on end.
The air wavers like he’s a heat mirage, not a man. He’s boiling away with absolutely stupid amounts of arcane power… and, most frighteningly, he does not seem in control of the fact that it is there and being brought to bear. It’s impossible to get any closer to him.
When he speaks, it’s quite timid. ]
Ah,
I thought… I had a little more time.
[ (and in a blinding flash of light, there is the sound of something breaking.) ]
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[ ..somewhere in the pasture, Angel Devil falls down.
His clothes have twisted away into bone-white rags, leaving a body covered over with only thick swathes of red fur, and downy feathers. His long tail is curled into a tense arc, banded fur standing on end.
The air wavers like he’s a heat mirage, not a man. He’s boiling away with absolutely stupid amounts of arcane power… and, most frighteningly, he does not seem in control of the fact that it is there and being brought to bear. It’s impossible to get any closer to him.
When he speaks, it’s quite timid. ]
Ah,
I thought… I had a little more time.
[ (and in a blinding flash of light, there is the sound of something breaking.) ]
~KRRSHHK~
[any observers will see, strangely see-through and superimposed on the scene, some kind of vast tree, illusionary roots twisting over and around to frame a door. the door itself is wrought of opaque stained glass in blacks and whites and greys; a stylized rendition of Angie in that strangely ragged, feathered form, curled in on himself, eyes closed. Angie himself is nowhere to be seen. ]
instead, a shadow . . . steps into view from behind the door. for a moment it looks like nothing so much as a second genome – then it turns, gaining features and definition with the movement. The monkey tail separates into three plumes; a ponytail unfurls into wings that lift up from the sides of the head.
Teleute(?) is here, dressed in her customary black, but there is colour in her skin, and her hair and eyes are blue. she’s frowning.]
. . . well. This is the least I can do before I go, in exchange for the safe harbor.
[she lifts her head, nodding to any observers, and gestures at the door.]
You’ll want to head in there now if you don’t wish to lose your flockmate, I think. Even the false-death of this place won’t be much help to him, if his soul is left to finish pulling itself apart.
My sisters and I can maintain the way into and out of it for you, but we were not made to knit such wounds by ourselves. Have a care.
instead, a shadow . . . steps into view from behind the door. for a moment it looks like nothing so much as a second genome – then it turns, gaining features and definition with the movement. The monkey tail separates into three plumes; a ponytail unfurls into wings that lift up from the sides of the head.
Teleute(?) is here, dressed in her customary black, but there is colour in her skin, and her hair and eyes are blue. she’s frowning.]
. . . well. This is the least I can do before I go, in exchange for the safe harbor.
[she lifts her head, nodding to any observers, and gestures at the door.]
You’ll want to head in there now if you don’t wish to lose your flockmate, I think. Even the false-death of this place won’t be much help to him, if his soul is left to finish pulling itself apart.
My sisters and I can maintain the way into and out of it for you, but we were not made to knit such wounds by ourselves. Have a care.
THE APPROACH
Date: 2024-04-13 03:45 am (UTC)at first, you find something beautiful:
A towering castle over an endless rolling field of houses, that builds itself eternally higher, to the heavens.
There is only one path to follow, so, that path is where you go.
But it's strange.
Those buildings down below... are familiar, aren't they?
That one.
Right there.
That's one you once stayed in. Years ago.
Those clouds, high up to the west,
are exactly the same as the ones up in the sky
on one of the happiest days of your life.
That window on a castle parapet, that just rose up before your eyes,
is to a room you could never forget.
It doesn't make sense. This is Angel Devil's soul. Why are you pieces of you in it? Pieces you certainly could never have purposefully shared, in their sheer minute intimacy of detail.
But no matter why it's happened, for some brief, painful moments, you can look down on scraps of home, lost in a patchwork. ]
Re: THE APPROACH
Date: 2024-04-13 11:17 pm (UTC)It's hard to tell if this place is lifting her own memories, or if she's feeling Angie's memories as if they're her own. It's happened before, after all, whenever she's tried resonating with the crystals he's made.. If she's in his soul, it makes sense she'd be feeling his life, too. Still, it's a little uncanny.]
[...She continues walking.]
Re: THE APPROACH
Date: 2024-04-13 11:28 pm (UTC)a voice very similar to hers hums a familiar hymn just behind her shoulder. ]
Re: THE APPROACH
Date: 2024-04-13 11:31 pm (UTC)Re: THE APPROACH
Date: 2024-04-13 11:32 pm (UTC)but for the memories,
she is alone. ]
Re: THE APPROACH
Date: 2024-04-13 11:35 pm (UTC)[Thank goodness.]
[hustles along toward the destination at a slightly faster pace this time.]
Re: THE APPROACH
Date: 2024-04-13 11:38 pm (UTC)